stop stop
I am updating my journal. Why? No point. I just have nothing better to be doing right this second. While I have existential questions to ponder, essays to be writing and tunes to be playing I think I will take a break for a second to communicate with my LJ crew. As in... YOU. And I am rambling because I am trying to think up of an interesting subject to write this post about while not sounding facetious and pompous. The thing is... all the good subjects are overexploited. You KNOW you have just read seven entries on graduation, three on prom and fifty-seven on colleges before you got to this entry. I can't just go ahead an dump that stuff on your lap again, now can I? No... rest assured.
Instead, I will go on to platicate on the most uncomfortable situation known to teenagers. Allright, so you're driving down a residential neighborhood with a parent (usually your dad) in the passenger seat when BAM BAM a condom commercial comes on the radio. "SHIT!" you think to yourself. You are stuck. For the next 60 seconds you will have to sit down besides your daddy-o and listen about the newest marketing scheme those creepy guys at condon inc. have come up with. What now? Super-pleasure Supreme or Rubber Robertos or some weird incongruency of the sort?
Anyway, so there you are. Unable to change the radio because that would acknowledge that it is an embarassing situation, and no one wants to do that... right? You cannot really look out the window because you are driving, and that is another sign of admitting the extreme awkwardness of what you are going through. You cannot really say something because the tone in your voice would reveal how weirded out you are feeling. And you can't either way, because just when some horny-sounding woman comes on the radio to sell her condoms every possible conversation topic escapes you. The horror... the horror.
And that is that. Has this ever happened to anyone or is it just me? Cuz if it is only me then by now you think im a weirdo, then nevermind everything I said. Just go on to the next post and pretend this didn't happen.
Instead, I will go on to platicate on the most uncomfortable situation known to teenagers. Allright, so you're driving down a residential neighborhood with a parent (usually your dad) in the passenger seat when BAM BAM a condom commercial comes on the radio. "SHIT!" you think to yourself. You are stuck. For the next 60 seconds you will have to sit down besides your daddy-o and listen about the newest marketing scheme those creepy guys at condon inc. have come up with. What now? Super-pleasure Supreme or Rubber Robertos or some weird incongruency of the sort?
Anyway, so there you are. Unable to change the radio because that would acknowledge that it is an embarassing situation, and no one wants to do that... right? You cannot really look out the window because you are driving, and that is another sign of admitting the extreme awkwardness of what you are going through. You cannot really say something because the tone in your voice would reveal how weirded out you are feeling. And you can't either way, because just when some horny-sounding woman comes on the radio to sell her condoms every possible conversation topic escapes you. The horror... the horror.
And that is that. Has this ever happened to anyone or is it just me? Cuz if it is only me then by now you think im a weirdo, then nevermind everything I said. Just go on to the next post and pretend this didn't happen.